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THE SIXTH MORNING. THE SHEPHERD'S TOWER
John Ruskin
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       THE SIXTH MORNING. THE SHEPHERD'S TOWER
       I am obliged to interrupt my account of the Spanish chapel by the
       following notes on the sculptures of Giotto's Campanile: first because
       I find that inaccurate accounts of those sculptures are in course of
       publication; and chiefly because I cannot finish my work in the Spanish
       chapel until one of my good Oxford helpers, Mr. Caird, has completed
       some investigations he has undertaken for me upon the history connected
       with it. I had written my own analysis of the fourth side, believing
       that in every scene of it the figure of St. Dominic was repeated. Mr.
       Caird first suggested, and has shown me already good grounds for his
       belief,[Footnote: He wrote thus to me on 11th November last: "The three
       preachers are certainly different. The first is Dominic; the second,
       Peter Martyr, whom I have identified from his martyrdom on the other
       wall; and the third, Aquinas."] that the preaching monks represented
       are in each scene intended for a different person. I am informed also
       of several careless mistakes which have got into my description of the
       fresco of the Sciences; and finally, another of my young helpers, Mr.
       Charles F. Murray,--one, however, whose help is given much in the form
       of antagonism,--informs me of various critical discoveries lately made,
       both by himself, and by industrious Germans, of points respecting the
       authenticity of this and that, which will require notice from me: more
       especially he tells me of certification that the picture in the
       Uffizii, of which I accepted the ordinary attribution to Giotto, is by
       Lorenzo Monaco,--which indeed may well be, without in the least
       diminishing the use to you of what I have written of its predella, and
       without in the least, if you think rightly of the matter, diminishing
       your confidence in what I tell you of Giotto generally. There is one
       kind of knowledge of pictures which is the artist's, and another which
       is the antiquary's and the picture-dealer's; the latter especially
       acute, and founded on very secure and wide knowledge of canvas,
       pigment, and tricks of touch, without, necessarily, involving any
       knowledge whatever of the qualities of art itself. There are few
       practised dealers in the great cities of Europe whose opinion would not
       be more trustworthy than mine, (if you could _get_ it, mind you,)
       on points of actual authenticity. But they could only tell you whether
       the picture was by such and such a master, and not at all what either
       the master or his work were good for. Thus, I have, before now, taken
       drawings by Varley and by Cousins for early studies by Turner, and have
       been convinced by the dealers that they knew better than I, as far as
       regarded the authenticity of those drawings; but the dealers don't know
       Turner, or the worth of him, so well as I, for all that. So also, you
       may find me again and again mistaken among the much more confused work
       of the early Giottesque schools, as to the authenticity of this work or
       the other; but you will find (and I say it with far more sorrow than
       pride) that I am simply the only person who can at present tell you the
       real worth of _any_; you will find that whenever I tell you to
       look at a picture, it is worth your pains; and whenever I tell you the
       character of a painter, that it _is_ his character, discerned by
       me faithfully in spite of all confusion of work falsely attributed to
       him in which similar character may exist. Thus, when I mistook Cousins
       for Turner, I was looking at a piece of subtlety in the sky of which
       the dealer had no consciousness whatever, which was essentially
       Turneresque, but which another man might sometimes equal; whereas the
       dealer might be only looking at the quality of Whatman's paper, which
       Cousins used, and Turner did not.
       Not, in the meanwhile, to leave you quite guideless as to the main
       subject of the fourth fresco in the Spanish chapel,--the Pilgrim's
       Progress of Florence,--here is a brief map of it:
       On the right, in lowest angle, St. Dominic preaches to the group of
       Infidels; in the next group towards the left, he (or some one very like
       him) preaches to the Heretics: the Heretics proving obstinate, he sets
       his dogs at them, as at the fatallest of wolves, who being driven away,
       the rescued lambs are gathered at the feet of the Pope. I have copied
       the head of the very pious, but slightly weak-minded, little lamb in
       the centre, to compare with my rough Cumberland ones, who have had no
       such grave experiences. The whole group, with the Pope above, (the
       niche of the Duomo joining with and enriching the decorative power of
       his mitre,) is a quite delicious piece of design.
       The Church being thus pacified, is seen in worldly honour under the
       powers of the Spiritual and Temporal Rulers. The Pope, with Cardinal
       and Bishop descending in order on his right; the Emperor, with King and
       Baron descending in order on his left; the ecclesiastical body of the
       whole Church on the right side, and the laity,--chiefly its poets and
       artists, on the left.
       Then, the redeemed Church nevertheless giving itself up to the vanities
       and temptations of the world, its forgetful saints are seen feasting,
       with their children dancing before them, (the Seven Mortal Sins, say
       some commentators). But the wise-hearted of them confess their sins to
       another ghost of St. Dominic; and confessed, becoming as little
       children, enter hand in hand the gate of the Eternal Paradise, crowned
       with flowers by the waiting angels, and admitted by St. Peter among the
       serenely joyful crowd of all the saints, above whom the white Madonna
       stands reverently before the throne. There is, so far as I know,
       throughout all the schools of Christian art, no other so perfect
       statement of the noble policy and religion of men.
       I had intended to give the best account of it in my power; but, when at
       Florence, lost all time for writing that I might copy the group of the
       Pope and Emperor for the schools of Oxford; and the work since done by
       Mr. Caird has informed me of so much, and given me, in some of its
       suggestions, so much to think of, that I believe it will be best and
       most just to print at once his account of the fresco as a supplement to
       these essays of mine, merely indicating any points on which I have
       objections to raise, and so leave matters till Fors lets me see
       Florence once more.
       Perhaps she may, in kindness forbid my ever seeing it more, the wreck
       of it being now too ghastly and heartbreaking to any human soul that
       remembers the days of old. Forty years ago, there was assuredly no spot
       of ground, out of Palestine, in all the round world, on which, if you
       knew, even but a little, the true course of that world's history, you
       saw with so much joyful reverence the dawn of morning, as at the foot
       of the Tower of Giotto. For there the traditions of faith and hope, of
       both the Gentile and Jewish races, met for their beautiful labour: the
       Baptistery of Florence is the last building raised on the earth by the
       descendants of the workmen taught by Dadalus: and the Tower of Giotto
       is the loveliest of those raised on earth under the inspiration of the
       men who lifted up the tabernacle in the wilderness. Of living Greek
       work there is none after the Florentine Baptistery; of living Christian
       work, none so perfect as the Tower of Giotto; and, under the gleam and
       shadow of their marbles, the morning light was haunted by the ghosts of
       the Father of Natural Science, Galileo; of Sacred Art, Angelico, and
       the Master of Sacred Song. Which spot of ground the modern Florentine
       has made his principal hackney-coach stand and omnibus station. The
       hackney coaches, with their more or less farmyard-like litter of
       occasional hay, and smell of variously mixed horse-manure, are yet in
       more permissible harmony with the place than the ordinary populace of a
       fashionable promenade would be, with its cigars, spitting, and harlot-
       planned fineries: but the omnibus place of call being in front of the
       door of the tower, renders it impossible to stand for a moment near it,
       to look at the sculptures either of the eastern or southern side; while
       the north side is enclosed with an iron railing, and usually encumbered
       with lumber as well: not a soul in Florence ever caring now for sight
       of any piece of its old artists' work; and the mass of strangers being
       on the whole intent on nothing but getting the omnibus to go by steam;
       and so seeing the cathedral in one swift circuit, by glimpses between
       the puffs of it.
       The front of Notre Dame of Paris was similarly turned into a coach-office
       when I last saw it--1872. [Footnote: See Fors Clavigera in that year.]
       Within fifty yards of me as I write, the Oratory of the Holy Ghost is used
       for a tobacco-store, and in fine, over all Europe, mere Caliban bestiality
       and Satyric ravage staggering, drunk and desperate, into every once
       enchanted cell where the prosperity of kingdoms ruled and the miraculous-
       ness of beauty was shrined in peace.
       Deluge of profanity, drowning dome and tower in Stygian pool of vilest
       thought,--nothing now left sacred, in the places where once--nothing
       was profane.
       For _that_ is indeed the teaching, if you could receive it, of the
       Tower of Giotto; as of all Christian art in its day. Next to declaration of
       the facts of the Gospel, its purpose, (often in actual work the eagerest,)
       was to show the _power_ of the Gospel. History of Christ in due place;
       yes, history of all He did, and how He died: but then, and often, as I say,
       with more animated imagination, the showing of His risen presence in
       granting the harvests and guiding the labour of the year. All sun and
       rain, and length or decline of days received from His hand; all joy,
       and grief, and strength, or cessation of labour, indulged or endured,
       as in His sight and to His glory. And the familiar employments of the
       seasons, the homely toils of the peasant, the lowliest skills of the
       craftsman, are signed always on the stones of the Church, as the first
       and truest condition of sacrifice and offering.
       Of these representations of human art under heavenly guidance, the
       series of bas-reliefs which stud the base of this tower of Giotto's
       must be held certainly the chief in Europe. [Footnote: For account of
       the series on the main archivolt of St. Mark's, see my sketch of the
       schools of Venetian sculpture in third forthcoming number of 'St.
       Mark's Rest.'] At first you may be surprised at the smallness of their
       scale in proportion to their masonry; but this smallness of scale
       enabled the master workmen of the tower to execute them with their own
       hands; and for the rest, in the very finest architecture, the
       decoration of most precious kind is usually thought of as a jewel, and
       set with space round it,--as the jewels of a crown, or the clasp of a
       girdle. It is in general not possible for a great workman to carve,
       himself, a greatly conspicuous series of ornament; nay, even his energy
       fails him in design, when the bas-relief extends itself into
       incrustation, or involves the treatment of great masses of stone. If
       his own does not, the spectator's will. It would be the work of a long
       summer's day to examine the over-loaded sculptures of the Certosa of
       Pavia; and yet in the tired last hour, you would be empty-hearted. Read
       but these inlaid jewels of Giotto's once with patient following; and
       your hour's study will give you strength for all your life. So far as
       you can, examine them of course on the spot; but to know them
       thoroughly you must have their photographs: the subdued colour of the
       old marble fortunately keeps the lights subdued, so that the photograph
       may be made more tender in the shadows than is usual in its renderings
       of sculpture, and there are few pieces of art which may now be so well
       known as these, in quiet homes far away.
       We begin on the western side. There are seven sculptures on the
       western, southern, and northern sides: six on the eastern; counting the
       Lamb over the entrance door of the tower, which divides the complete
       series into two groups of eighteen and eight. Itself, between them,
       being the introduction to the following eight, you must count it as the
       first of the terminal group; you then have the whole twenty-seven
       sculptures divided into eighteen and nine.
       Thus lettering the groups on each side for West, South, East, and
       North, we have:
       _________________________W.__S.__E.__N.
       _________________________7_+_7_+_6_+_7_=_27;_or,
       _________________________W.__S.__E.
       _________________________7_+_7_+_4_____=_18;_and,
       _________________________________E.__N.
       _________________________________2_+_7_=_9
       There is a very special reason for this division by nines but, for
       convenience' sake, I shall number the whole from 1 to 27,
       straightforwardly. And if you will have patience with me, I should like
       to go round the tower once and again; first observing the general
       meaning and connection of the subjects and then going back to examine
       the technical points in each, and such minor specialties as it may be
       well, at the first time, to pass over.
       1. The series begins, then, on the west side, with the Creation of Man.
       It is not the beginning of the story of Genesis; but the simple
       assertion that God made us, and breathed, and still breathes, into our
       nostrils the breath of life.
       This, Giotto tells you to believe as the beginning of all knowledge and
       all power. [Footnote: So also the Master-builder of the Ducal Palace of
       Venice. See Fors Clavigera for June of this year.] This he tells you to
       believe, as a thing which he himself knows.
       He will tell you nothing but what he _does_ know.
       2. Therefore, though Giovanna Pisano and his fellow sculptors had
       given, literally, the taking of the rib out of Adam's side, Giotto
       merely gives the mythic expression of the truth he knows,--"they two
       shall be one flesh."
       3. And though all the theologians and poets of his time would have
       expected, if not demanded, that his next assertion, after that of the
       Creation of Man, should be of the Fall of Man, he asserts nothing of
       the kind. He knows nothing of what man was. What he is, he knows best
       of living men at that hour, and proceeds to say. The next sculpture is
       of Eve spinning and Adam hewing the ground into clods. Not
       _digging_: you cannot, usually, dig but in ground already dug. The
       native earth you must hew.
       They are not clothed in skins. What would have been the use of Eve
       spinning if she could not weave? They wear, each, one simple piece of
       drapery, Adam's knotted behind him, Eve's fastened around her neck with
       a rude brooch.
       Above them are an oak and an apple-tree. Into the apple-tree a little
       bear is trying to climb.
       The meaning of which entire myth is, as I read it, that men and women
       must both eat their bread with toil. That the first duty of man is to
       feed his family, and the first duty of the woman to clothe it. That the
       trees of the field are given us for strength and for delight, and that
       the wild beasts of the field must have their share with us. [Footnote:
       The oak and apple boughs are placed, with the same meaning, by Sandro
       Botticelli, in the lap of Zipporah. The figure of the bear is again
       represented by Jacopo della Quercia, on the north door of the Cathedral
       of Florence. I am not sure of its complete meaning.]
       4. The fourth sculpture, forming the centre-piece of the series on the
       west side, is nomad pastoral life.
       Jabal, the father of such as dwell in tents, and of such as have
       cattle, lifts the curtain of his tent to look out upon his flock. His
       dog watches it.
       5. Jubal, the father of all such as handle the harp and organ.
       That is to say, stringed and wind instruments;--the lyre and reed. The
       first arts (with the Jew and Greek) of the shepherd David, and shepherd
       Apollo.
       Giotto has given him the long level trumpet, afterwards adopted so
       grandly in the sculptures of La Robbia and Donatello. It is, I think,
       intended to be of wood, as now the long Swiss horn, and a long and
       shorter tube are bound together.
       6. Tubal Cain, the instructor of every artificer in brass and iron.
       Giotto represents him as sitting, _fully robed_, turning a wedge
       of bronze on the anvil with extreme watchfulness.
       These last three sculptures, observe, represent the life of the race of
       Cain; of those who are wanderers, and have no home. _Nomad_
       pastoral life; Nomad artistic life, Wandering Willie; yonder organ man,
       whom you want to send the policeman after, and the gipsy who is mending
       the old schoolmistress's kettle on the grass, which the squire has
       wanted so long to take into his park from the roadside.
       7. Then the last sculpture of the seven begins the story of the race of
       Seth, and of home life. The father of it lying drunk under his
       trellised vine; such the general image of civilized society, in the
       abstract, thinks Giotto.
       With several other meanings, universally known to the Catholic world of
       that day,--too many to be spoken of here.
       The second side of the tower represents, after this introduction, the
       sciences and arts of civilized or home life.
       8. Astronomy. In nomad life you may serve yourself of the guidance of
       the stars; but to know the laws of _their_ nomadic life, your own
       must be fixed.
       The astronomer, with his sextant revolving on a fixed pivot, looks up
       to the vault of the heavens and beholds their zodiac; prescient of what
       else with optic glass the Tuscan artist viewed, at evening, from the
       top of Fesole.
       Above the dome of heaven, as yet unseen, are the Lord of the worlds and
       His angels. To-day, the Dawn and the Daystar: to-morrow, the Daystar
       arising in the heart.
       9. Defensive architecture. The building of the watchtower. The
       beginning of security in possession.
       10. Pottery. The making of pot, cup, and platter. The first civilized
       furniture; the means of heating liquid, and serving drink and meat with
       decency and economy.
       11. Riding. The subduing of animals to domestic service.
       12. Weaving. The making of clothes with swiftness, and in precision of
       structure, by help of the loom.
       13. Law, revealed as directly from heaven.
       14. Dadalus (not Icarus, but the father trying the wings). The conquest
       of the element of air.
       As the seventh subject of the first group introduced the arts of home
       after those of the savage wanderer, this seventh of the second group
       introduces the arts of the missionary, or civilized and gift-bringing
       wanderer.
       15. The Conquest of the Sea. The helmsman, and two rowers, rowing as
       Venetians, face to bow.
       16. The Conquest of the Earth. Hercules victor over Antaus. Beneficent
       strength of civilization crushing the savageness of inhumanity.
       17. Agriculture. The oxen and plough.
       18. Trade. The cart and horses.
       19. And now the sculpture over the door of the tower. The Lamb of God,
       expresses the Law of Sacrifice, and door of ascent to heaven. And then
       follow the fraternal arts of the Christian world.
       20. Geometry. Again the angle sculpture, introductory to the following
       series. We shall see presently why this science must be the foundation
       of the rest.
       21. Sculpture.
       22. Painting.
       23. Grammar.
       24. Arithmetic. The laws of number, weight, and measures of capacity.
       25 Music. The laws of number, weight (or force), and measure, applied
       to sound.
       26. Logic. The laws of number and measure applied to thought.
       27. The Invention of Harmony.
       You see now--by taking first the great division of pre-Christian and
       Christian arts, marked by the door of the Tower; and then the divisions
       into four successive historical periods, marked by its angles--that you
       have a perfect plan of human civilization. The first side is of the
       nomad life, learning how to assert its supremacy over other wandering
       creatures, herbs, and beasts. Then the second side is the fixed home
       life, developing race and country; then the third side, the human
       intercourse between stranger races; then the fourth side, the
       harmonious arts of all who are gathered into the fold of Christ.
       Now let us return to the first angle, and examine piece by piece with
       care.
       1. _Creation of Man._
       Scarcely disengaged from the clods of the earth, he opens his eyes to
       the face of Christ. Like all the rest of the sculptures, it is less the
       representation of a past fact than of a constant one. It is the
       continual state of man, 'of the earth,' yet seeing God.
       Christ holds the book of His Law--the 'Law of life'--in His left hand.
       The trees of the garden above are,--central above Christ, palm
       (immortal life); above Adam, oak (human life). Pear, and fig, and a
       large-leaved ground fruit (what?) complete the myth of the Food of
       Life.
       As decorative sculpture, these trees are especially to be noticed, with
       those in the two next subjects, and the Noah's vine as differing in
       treatment from Giotto's foliage, of which perfect examples are seen in
       16 and 17. Giotto's branches are set in close sheaf-like clusters; and
       every mass disposed with extreme formality of radiation. The leaves of
       these first, on the contrary, are arranged with careful concealment of
       their ornamental system, so as to look inartificial. This is done so
       studiously as to become, by excess, a little unnatural!--Nature herself
       is more decorative and formal in grouping. But the occult design is
       very noble, and every leaf modulated with loving, dignified, exactly
       right and sufficient finish; not done to show skill, nor with mean
       forgetfulness of main subject, but in tender completion and harmony
       with it.
       Look at the subdivisions of the palm leaves with your magnifying glass.
       The others are less finished in this than in the next subject. Man
       himself incomplete, the leaves that are created with him, for his life,
       must not be so.
       (Are not his fingers yet short; growing?)
       2. _Creation of Woman._
       Far, in its essential qualities, the transcendent sculpture of this
       subject, Ghiberti's is only a dainty elaboration and beautification of
       it, losing its solemnity and simplicity in a flutter of feminine grace.
       The older sculptor thinks of the Uses of Womanhood, and of its dangers
       and sins, before he thinks of its beauty; but, were the arm not lost,
       the quiet naturalness of this head and breast of Eve, and the bending
       grace of the submissive rendering of soul and body to perpetual
       guidance by the hand of Christ--(_grasping_ the arm, note, for
       full support)--would be felt to be far beyond Ghiberti's in beauty, as
       in mythic truth.
       The line of her body joins with that of the serpent-ivy round the tree
       trunk above her: a double myth--of her fall, and her support afterwards
       by her husband's strength. "Thy desire shall be to thy husband." The
       fruit of the tree--double-set filbert, telling nevertheless the happy
       equality.
       The leaves in this piece are finished with consummate poetical care and
       precision. Above Adam, laurel (a virtuous woman is a crown to her
       husband); the filbert for the two together; the fig, for fruitful
       household joy (under thy vine and fig-tree [Footnote: Compare Fors
       Clavigera, February, 1877.]--but vine properly the masculine joy); and
       the fruit taken by Christ for type of all naturally growing food, in
       his own hunger.
       Examine with lens the ribbing of these leaves, and the insertion on
       their stem of the three laurel leaves on extreme right: and observe
       that in all cases the sculptor works the moulding _with_ his own
       part of the design; look how he breaks variously deeper into it,
       beginning from the foot of Christ, and going up to the left into full
       depth above the shoulder.
       3. _Original labour._
       Much poorer, and intentionally so. For the myth of the creation of
       humanity, the sculptor uses his best strength, and shows supremely the
       grace of womanhood; but in representing the first peasant state of
       life, makes the grace of woman by no means her conspicuous quality. She
       even walks awkwardly; some feebleness in foreshortening the foot also
       embarrassing the sculptor. He knows its form perfectly--but its
       perspective, not quite yet.
       The trees stiff and stunted--they also needing culture. Their fruit
       dropping at present only into beasts' mouths.
       4. _Jabal._
       If you have looked long enough, and carefully enough, at the three
       previous sculptures, you cannot but feel that the hand here is utterly
       changed. The drapery sweeps in broader, softer, but less true folds;
       the handling is far more delicate; exquisitely sensitive to gradation
       over broad surfaces--scarcely using an incision of any depth but in
       outline; studiously reserved in appliance of shadow, as a thing
       precious and local--look at it above the puppy's head, and under the
       tent.
       This is assuredly painter's work, not mere sculptor's. I have no doubt
       whatever it is by the own hand of the shepherd-boy of Fesole. Cimabue
       had found him drawing, (more probably _scratching_ with Etrurian
       point,) one of his sheep upon a stone. These, on the central
       foundation-stone of his tower he engraves, looking back on the fields
       of life: the time soon near for him to draw the curtains of his tent.
       I know no dog like this in method of drawing, and in skill of giving
       the living form without one touch of chisel for hair, or incision for
       eye, except the dog barking at Poverty in the great fresco of Assisi.
       Take the lens and look at every piece of the work from corner to
       corner--note especially as a thing which would only have been enjoyed
       by a painter, and which all great painters do intensely enjoy--the
       _fringe_ of the tent, [Footnote: "I think Jabal's tent is made of
       leather; the relaxed intervals between the tent-pegs show a curved
       ragged edge like leather near the ground" (Mr. Caird). The edge of the
       opening is still more characteristic, I think.] and precise insertion
       of its point in the angle of the hexagon, prepared for by the archaic
       masonry indicated in the oblique joint above; [Footnote: Prints of
       these photographs which do not show the masonry all round the hexagon
       are quite valueless for study.] architect and painter thinking at once,
       and _doing_ as they thought.
       I gave a lecture to the Eton boys a year or two ago, on little more
       than the shepherd's dog, which is yet more wonderful in magnified scale
       of photograph. The lecture is partly published--somewhere, but I can't
       refer to it.
       5. _Jubal_.
       Still Giotto's, though a little less delighted in; but with exquisite
       introduction of the Gothic of his own tower. See the light surface
       sculpture of a mosaic design in the horizontal moulding.
       Note also the painter's freehand working of the complex mouldings of
       the table--also resolvedly oblong, not square; see central flower.
       6. _Tubal Cain_.
       Still Giotto's, and entirely exquisite; finished with no less care than
       the shepherd, to mark the vitality of this art to humanity; the spade
       and hoe--its heraldic bearing--hung on the hinged door. [Footnote:
       Pointed out to me by Mr. Caird, who adds farther, "I saw a forge
       identical with this one at Pelago the other day,--the anvil resting on
       a tree-stump: the same fire, bellows, and implements; the door in two
       parts, the upper part like a shutter, and used for the exposition of
       finished work as a sign of the craft; and I saw upon it the same
       finished work of the same shape as in the bas-relief--a spade and a
       hoe."] For subtlety of execution, note the texture of wooden block under
       anvil, and of its iron hoop.
       The workman's face is the best sermon on the dignity of labour yet
       spoken by thoughtful man. Liberal Parliaments and fraternal Reformers
       have nothing essential to say more.
       7. _Noah_.
       Andrea Pisano's again, more or less imitative of Giotto's work.
       8. _Astronomy_.
       We have a new hand here altogether. The hair and drapery bad; the face
       expressive, but blunt in cutting; the small upper heads, necessarily
       little more than blocked out, on the small scale; but not suggestive of
       grace in completion: the minor detail worked with great mechanical
       precision, but little feeling; the lion's head, with leaves in its
       ears, is quite ugly; and by comparing the work of the small cusped arch
       at the bottom with Giotto's soft handling of the mouldings of his, in
       5, you may for ever know common mason's work from fine Gothic. The
       zodiacal signs are quite hard and common in the method of bas-relief,
       but quaint enough in design: Capricorn, Aquarius, and Pisces, on the
       broad heavenly belt; Taurus upside down, Gemini, and Cancer, on the
       small globe.
       I think the whole a restoration of the original panel, or else an
       inferior workman's rendering of Giotto's design, which the next piece
       is, with less question.
       9. _Building_.
       The larger figure, I am disposed finally to think, represents civic
       power, as in Lorenzetti's fresco at Siena. The extreme rudeness of the
       minor figures may be guarantee of their originality; it is the
       smoothness of mass and hard edge work that make me suspect the 8th for
       a restoration.
       10. _Pottery_.
       Very grand; with much painter's feeling, and fine mouldings again. The
       _tiled_ roof projecting in the shadow above, protects the first
       Ceramicus-home. I think the women are meant to be carrying some kind of
       wicker or reed-bound water-vessel. The Potter's servant explains to
       them the extreme advantages of the new invention. I can't make any
       conjecture about the author of this piece.
       11. _Riding_.
       Again Andrea Pisano's, it seems to me. Compare the tossing up of the
       dress behind the shoulders, in 3 and 2. The head is grand, having
       nearly an Athenian profile: the loss of the horse's fore-leg prevents
       me from rightly judging of the entire action. I must leave riders to
       say.
       12. _Weaving_.
       Andrea's again, and of extreme loveliness; the stooping face of the
       woman at the loom is more like a Leonardo drawing than sculpture. The
       action of throwing the large shuttle, and all the structure of the loom
       and its threads, distinguishing rude or smooth surface, are quite
       wonderful. The figure on the right shows the use and grace of finely
       woven tissue, under and upper--that over the bosom so delicate that the
       line of separation from the flesh of the neck is unseen.
       If you hide with your hand the carved masonry at the bottom, the
       composition separates itself into two pieces, one disagreeably
       rectangular. The still more severely rectangular masonry throws out by
       contrast all that is curved and rounded in the loom, and unites the
       whole composition; that is its aesthetic function; its historical one
       is to show that weaving is queen's work, not peasant's; for this is
       palace masonry.
       13. _The Giving of Law_.
       More strictly, of _the_ Book of God's Law: the only one which
       _can_ ultimately be obeyed. [Footnote: Mr. Caird convinced me of
       the real meaning of this sculpture. I had taken it for the giving of a
       book, writing further of it as follows:--
       All books, rightly so called, are Books of Law, and all Scripture is
       given by inspiration of God. (What _we_ now mostly call a book,
       the infinite reduplication and vibratory echo of a lie, is not given
       but belched up out of volcanic clay by the inspiration of the devil.)
       On the Book-giver's right hand the students in cell, restrained by the
       lifted right hand:
       "Silent, you, till you know"; then, perhaps, you also.
       On the left, the men of the world, kneeling, receive the gift.
       Recommendable seal, this, for Mr. Mudie!
       Mr. Caird says: "The book is written law, which is given by Justice to
       the inferiors, that they may know the laws regulating their relations
       to their superiors--who are also under the hand of law. The vassal is
       protected by the accessibility of formularized law. The superior is
       restrained by the right hand of power." ]
       The authorship of this is very embarrassing to me. The face of the
       central figure is most noble, and all the work good, but not delicate;
       it is like original work of the master whose design No. 8 might be a
       restoration.
       14 _Dadalus_.
       Andrea Pisano again; the head superb, founded on Greek models, feathers
       of wings wrought with extreme care; but with no precision of
       arrangement or feeling. How far intentional in awkwardness, I cannot
       say; but note the good mechanism of the whole plan, with strong
       standing board for the feet.
       15. _Navigation_.
       An intensely puzzling one; coarse (perhaps unfinished) in work, and
       done by a man who could not row; the plaited bands used for rowlocks
       being pulled the wrong way. Right, had the rowers been rowing Englishwise:
       but the water at the boat's head shows its motion forwards, the way the
       oarsmen look. I cannot make out the action of the figure at the stern; it
       ought to be steering with the stern oar.
       The water seems quite unfinished. Meant, I suppose, for surface and
       section of sea, with slimy rock at the bottom; but all stupid and
       inefficient.
       16. _Hercules and Antaus._
       The Earth power, half hidden by the earth, its hair and hand becoming
       roots, the strength of its life passing through the ground into the oak
       tree. With Cercyon, but first named, (Plato, _Laws_, book VII.,
       796), Antaus is the master of contest without use;--[GREEK: philoneikias
       achrestou]--and is generally the power of pure selfishness and its various
       inflation to insolence and degradation to cowardice;--finding its strength
       only in fall back to its Earth,--he is the master, in a word, of all such
       kind of persons as have been writing lately about the "interests of
       England." He is, therefore, the Power invoked by Dante to place Virgil
       and him in the lowest circle of Hell;--"Alcides whilom felt,--that grapple,
       straitened sore," etc. The Antaus in the sculpture is very grand; but the
       authorship puzzles me, as of the next piece, by the same hand. I believe
       both Giotto's design.
       17. _Ploughing._
       The sword in its Christian form. Magnificent: the grandest expression
       of the power of man over the earth and its strongest creatures that I
       remember in early sculpture,--(or for that matter, in late). It is the
       subduing of the bull which the sculptor thinks most of; the plough,
       though large, is of wood, and the handle slight. But the pawing and
       bellowing labourer he has bound to it!--here is victory.
       18. _The Chariot._
       The horse also subdued to draught--Achilles' chariot in its first, and
       to be its last, simplicity. The face has probably been grand--the
       figure is so still. Andrea's, I think by the flying drapery.
       19. _The Lamb, with the symbol of Resurrection._
       Over the door: 'I am the door;--by me, if any man enter in,' etc. Put
       to the right of the tower, you see, fearlessly, for the convenience of
       staircase ascent; all external symmetry being subject with the great
       builders to interior use; and then, out of the rightly ordained
       infraction of formal law, comes perfect beauty; and when, as here, the
       Spirit of Heaven is working with the designer, his thoughts are
       suggested in truer order, by the concession to use. After this
       sculpture comes the Christian arts,--those which necessarily imply the
       conviction of immortality. Astronomy without Christianity only reaches
       as far as--'Thou hast made him a little lower than the angels--and put
       all _things_ under His feet':--Christianity says beyond this,--'Know
       ye not that we shall judge angels (as also the lower creatures shall judge
       us!)' [Footnote: In the deep sense of this truth, which underlies all the
       bright fantasy and humour of Mr. Courthope's "Paradise of Birds," that
       rhyme of the risen spirit of Aristophanes may well be read under the tower
       of Giotto, beside his watch-dog of the fold.] The series of sculptures
       now beginning, show the arts which _can_ only be accomplished through
       belief in Christ.
       20. _Geometry_.
       Not 'mathematics': _they_ have been implied long ago in astronomy
       and architecture; but the due Measuring of the Earth and all that is on
       it. Actually done only by Christian faith--first inspiration of the
       great Earth-measurers. Your Prince Henry of Spain, your Columbus, your
       Captain Cook, (whose tomb, with the bright artistic invention and
       religious tenderness which are so peculiarly the gifts of the
       nineteenth century, we have just provided a fence for, of old cannon
       open-mouthed, straight up towards Heaven--your modern method of
       symbolizing the only appeal to Heaven of which the nineteenth century
       has left itself capable--'The voice of thy Brother's blood crieth to
       me'--your outworn cannon, now silently agape, but sonorous in the ears
       of angels with that appeal)--first inspiration, I say, of these; constant
       inspiration of all who set true landmarks and hold to them, knowing
       their measure; the devil interfering, I observe, lately in his own way,
       with the Geometry of Yorkshire, where the landed proprietors, [Footnote:
       I mean no accusation against any class; probably the one-fielded statesman
       is more eager for his little gain of fifty yards of grass than the squire
       for his bite and sup out of the gypsy's part of the roadside. But it is
       notable enough to the passing traveller, to find himself shut into a
       narrow road between high stone dykes which he can neither see over nor
       climb over, (I always deliberately pitch them down myself, wherever I need
       a gap,) instead of on a broad road between low grey walls with all the moor
       beyond--and the power of leaping over when he chooses in innocent trespass
       for herb, or view, or splinter of grey rock.] when the neglected walls by
       the roadside tumble down, benevolently repair the same, with better
       stonework, _outside_ always of the fallen heaps;--which, the wall
       being thus built _on_ what was the public road, absorb themselves,
       with help of moss and time, into the heaving swells of the rocky field-and
       behold, gain of a couple of feet--along so much of the road as needs
       repairing operations.
       This then, is the first of the Christian sciences: division of land
       rightly, and the general law of measuring between wisely-held compass
       points. The type of mensuration, circle in square, on his desk, I use
       for my first exercise in the laws of Fesole.
       21. _Sculpture_.
       The first piece of the closing series on the north side of the
       Campanile, of which some general points must be first noted, before any
       special examination.
       The two initial ones, Sculpture and Painting, are by tradition the only
       ones attributed to Giotto's own hand. The fifth, Song, is known, and
       recognizable in its magnificence, to be by Luca della Robbia. The
       remaining four are all of Luca's school,--later work therefore, all
       these five, than any we have been hitherto examining, entirely
       different in manner, and with late flower-work beneath them instead of
       our hitherto severe Gothic arches. And it becomes of course instantly a
       vital question--Did Giotto die leaving the series incomplete, only its
       subjects chosen, and are these two bas-reliefs of Sculpture and
       Painting among his last works? or was the series ever completed, and
       these later bas-reliefs substituted for the earlier ones, under Luca's
       influence, by way of conducting the whole to a grander close, and
       making their order more representative of Florentine art in its fulness
       of power?
       I must repeat, once more, and with greater insistence respecting Sculpture
       than Painting, that I do not in the least set myself up for a critic of
       authenticity,--but only of absolute goodness. My readers may trust me to
       tell them what is well done or ill; but by whom, is quite a separate
       question, needing for any certainty, in this school of much-associated
       masters and pupils, extremest attention to minute particulars not at all
       bearing on my objects in teaching.
       Of this closing group of sculptures, then, all I can tell you is that
       the fifth is a quite magnificent piece of work, and recognizably, to my
       extreme conviction, Luca della Robbia's; that the last, Harmonia, is
       also fine work; that those attributed to Giotto are fine in a different
       way,--and the other three in reality the poorest pieces in the series,
       though done with much more advanced sculptural dexterity.
       But I am chiefly puzzled by the two attributed to Giotto, because they
       are much coarser than those which seem to me so plainly his on the west
       side, and slightly different in workmanship--with much that is common
       to both, however, in the casting of drapery and mode of introduction of
       details. The difference may be accounted for partly by haste or failing
       power, partly by the artist's less deep feeling of the importance of
       these merely symbolic figures, as compared with those of the Fathers of
       the Arts; but it is very notable and embarrassing notwithstanding,
       complicated as it is with extreme resemblance in other particulars.
       You cannot compare the subjects on the tower itself; but of my series
       of photographs take 6 and 21, and put them side by side.
       I need not dwell on the conditions of resemblance, which are instantly
       visible; but the _difference_ in the treatment of the heads is
       incomprehensible. That of the Tubal Cain is exquisitely finished, and
       with a painter's touch; every lock of the hair laid with studied flow,
       as in the most beautiful drawing. In the 'Sculpture,' it is struck out
       with ordinary tricks of rapid sculptor trade, entirely unfinished, and
       with offensively frank use of the drill hole to give picturesque
       rustication to the beard.
       Next, put 22 and 5 back to back. You see again the resemblance in the
       earnestness of both figures, in the unbroken arcs of their backs, in
       the breaking of the octagon moulding by the pointed angles; and here,
       even also in the general conception of the heads. But again, in the one
       of Painting, the hair is struck with more vulgar indenting and
       drilling, and the Gothic of the picture frame is less precise in touch
       and later in style. Observe, however,--and this may perhaps give us
       some definite hint for clearing the question,--a picture-frame _would
       be_ less precise in making, and later in style, properly, than
       cusped arches to be put under the feet of the inventor of all musical
       sound by breath of man. And if you will now compare finally the eager
       tilting of the workman's seat in 22 and 6, and the working of the wood
       in the painter's low table for his pots of colour, and his three-legged
       stool, with that of Tubal Cain's anvil block; and the way in which the
       lines of the forge and upper triptych are in each composition used to
       set off the rounding of the head, I believe you will have little
       hesitation in accepting my own view of the matter--namely, that the
       three pieces of the Fathers of the Arts were wrought with Giotto's
       extremest care for the most precious stones of his tower; that also,
       being a sculptor and painter, he did the other two, but with quite
       definite and wilful resolve that they _should be_, as mere symbols
       of his own two trades, wholly inferior to the other subjects of the
       patriarchs; that he made the Sculpture picturesque and bold as you see
       it is, and showed all a sculptor's tricks in the work of it; and a
       sculptor's Greek subject, Bacchus, for the model of it; that he wrought
       the Painting, as the higher art, with more care, still keeping it
       subordinate to the primal subjects, but showed, for a lesson to all the
       generations of painters for evermore,--this one lesson, like his circle
       of pure line containing all others,--'Your soul and body must be all in
       every touch.'
       I can't resist the expression of a little piece of personal exultation,
       in noticing that he holds his pencil as I do myself: no writing master,
       and no effort (at one time very steady for many months), having ever
       cured me of that way of holding both pen and pencil between my fore and
       second finger; the third and fourth resting the backs of them on my
       paper.
       As I finally arrange these notes for press, I am further confirmed in
       my opinion by discovering little finishings in the two later pieces
       which I was not before aware of. I beg the masters of High Art, and
       sublime generalization, to take a good magnifying glass to the
       'Sculpture' and look at the way Giotto has cut the compasses, the edges
       of the chisels, and the keyhole of the lock of the toolbox. For the
       rest, nothing could be more probable, in the confused and perpetually
       false mass of Florentine tradition, than the preservation of the memory
       of Giotto's carving his own two trades, and the forgetfulness, or quite
       as likely ignorance, of the part he took with Andrea Pisano in the
       initial sculptures. I now take up the series of subjects at the point
       where we broke off, to trace their chain of philosophy to its close.
       To Geometry, which gives to every man his possession of house and land,
       succeed 21, Sculpture, and 22, Painting, the adornments of permanent
       habitation. And then, the great arts of education in a Christian home.
       First--
       23. _Grammar_, or more properly Literature altogether, of which we
       have already seen the ancient power in the Spanish Chapel series; then,
       24. _Arithmetic_, central here as also in the Spanish Chapel, for
       the same reasons; here, more impatiently asserting, with both hands,
       that two, on the right, you observe-and two on the left-do indeed and
       for ever make Four. Keep your accounts, you, with your book of double
       entry, on that principle; and you will be safe in this world and the
       next, in your steward's office. But by no means so, if you ever admit
       the usurers Gospel of Arithmetic, that two and two make Five. You see
       by the rich hem of his robe that the asserter of this economical first
       principle is a man well to do in the world.
       25. _Logic_. The art of Demonstration. Vulgarest of the whole
       series, far too expressive of the mode in which argument is conducted
       by those who are not masters of its reins.
       26. _Song._
       The essential power of music in animal life. Orpheus. the symbol of it
       all, the inventor properly of Music, the Law of Kindness, as Dadalus of
       Music, the Law of Construction. Hence the "Orphic life" is one of ideal
       mercy, (vegetarian,)--Plato, _Laws_, Book VI., 782,--and he is
       named first after Dadalus, and in balance to him as head of the school
       of harmonists, in Book III., 677, (Steph.) Look for the two singing
       birds clapping their wings in the tree above him; then the five mystic
       beasts,--closest to his feet the irredeemable boar; then lion and bear,
       tiger, unicorn, and fiery dragon closest to his head, the flames of its
       mouth mingling with his breath as he sings. The audient eagle, alas!
       has lost the beak, and is only recognizable by his proud holding of
       himself; the duck, sleepily delighted after muddy dinner, close to his
       shoulder, is a true conquest. Hoopoe, or indefinite bird of crested
       race, behind; of the other three no clear certainty. The leafage
       throughout such as only Luca could do, and the whole consummate in
       skill and understanding.
       27. _Harmony._
       Music of Song, in the full power of it, meaning perfect education in
       all art of the Muses and of civilized life: the mystery of its concord
       is taken for the symbol of that of a perfect state; one day, doubtless,
       of the perfect world. So prophesies the last corner stone of the
       Shepherd's Tower.
       Content of THE SIXTH MORNING. THE SHEPHERD'S TOWER [John Ruskin's book: Mornings in Florence]
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